This time, Aethelred was ready. He dimmed the glow lamp on top of his staff and scratched his long pointed ear, trying to work out how long he had been cramped into the tiny space – it seemed like forever, but Red (as most other Bods called him) knew it could only have been a short time at the most. He had carefully hidden inside a gap in the topmost bookshelf in Duke Humphrey’s Library.